This song is about the prodigal son and how the fathers arms is our home. I wrote this when wrestling with the idea of home as I left London where I felt so at home and been wrestling with the idea of what home looks like for me. Reading the passage in Luke 15:11-32, I realised my home isn't in a building, an area or a person, it's in the Fathers arms.
The scene in Isaiah 6, a spokesman for the LORD, silenced in the face of his holiness. Let's recreate this in our own times with the LORD. They're not supposed to be dreary or dull. We get to come into the presence of the holy of holies, the one no-one can compare or ever come close to. Ponder that!